lchini left the Wind
Mountain and went to a rocky foothill east of San Mateo Mountain. They had
nothing to eat but a kind of seed grass. The eldest brother said, "Let us
go hunt," and told the crazy brother not to leave the camp. But after five
days and nights and no word coming from the brothers he determined to
follow them and help them, bring home the game; he thought they had killed
more deer than they could carry. After a day's travel he camped near a
canyon, selecting a cavelike place in which to sleep, for he was tired and
thirsty. There was much snow, but no water, so he made a fire and heated a
rock and made a hole in the ground, and placing the rock in the cavity put
in some snow, which melted and furnished him a draft to quench his thirst.
Just then he heard a tumult over his head like people passing and he went
out to see who made the noise, and he discovered many crows crossing back
and forth over the canyon. This was the home of the crow. There were other
feathered people also (the chaparral cock was among them). He saw also
many fires which had been made by the crows on either side of the canyon.
Two other crows arrived and stood near him and he listened hard to hear
all that was being said. These two crows cried out, "Somebody says,
somebody says." The youth did not know what to make of this. Then, a crow
from the opposite side of the canyon called, "What is the matter; tell us,
tell us; what is wrong?" The two first criers then said, "Two of us got
killed; we met two men who told us. They said the two men, who were all
the time traveling around (referring to the two brothers of the crazy
youth), killed twelve deer and a party of our people went to the deer
after they were killed. Two of us who went after the blood of the deer
were shot." The crows on the other side of the canyon, called, "Which men
got killed?" The first crier replied, "The chaparral cock, who sat on the
horn of the deer, and the crow, who sat on its backbone." The other called
out, "We are not surprised that they were killed; that is what we tell you
all the time. If you will go after the dead deer you must expect to be
killed." "We will not think of them longer; they are dead and gone. We are
talking of things of long ago." The younger brother sat quietly below and
listened to everything that was being said.

After a time the crows on the other side of the canyon made a great noise
and began to dance. They had many songs at that time. T